Brisbane

gosh! I haven’t been in an Internet cafe in ages. not that this is really one. i’m staying in a funny backpacker’s and am actually in the nightclub downstairs, ’cause my room doesn’t have a phone line. everyone around me has an accent. i’ve been wandering around spending too much money and shall soon retire to the common room to spend all night watching TV with stoned backpackers. i’ll write a proper entry when I get home tomorrow.

baggage storage lockers are $6 for 24 hours and $1 every time you open it. a movie is $9.50 for everyone. a train ticket to the airport is $7.50. all the stores close at 5-6 pm despite crowds and crowds of people surging about. the buses here are packed full of people going home from work. packed! I watched them put up a 10storey Christmas tree in the park with about 20 cranes and things. there are 50 malls and 48 cinemas all nextdoor to each other. i’ve 8minutes left.

[added later]
this morning nanna saw me off at the station. she stayed until the train left and was narrowing her eyes at all the men who got into my carriage until she’d mouth at me through the window: “he’s okay,” or “I don’t like him.” she was very sad when I left and I know she’s just worrying her little head off about me.

I went to the pictures, of course. exchanged email addresses with two accented backpackers. how friendly are they. bought cigarettes for a 15 year old and gave money to every charity person that asked. rode the free loop just ’cause it was free. ee.

oh, it was my childhood bestfriend’s birthday today.

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O hey, hi my darling. I’m overocea & this is my journal. I’ve vowed to note my everyday inconsequence indefinitely, so that I can read it when I’m 80. I expect it to be hideously boring to anyone except an 80year old me.